An overtly perfect day arose and my children and I longed for a deep drink of the outdoors. The sun beckoned, the temps were on point, there was a calm in the air that said this was a better school for the day. So we traveled to our hiking destination, one of the few places in Florida that isn’t just walking flatlands, and we eagerly stepped onto the trail that seemed to lead us to heaven. The trail was dirt and leaves underneath, trees and green plants on either side with views of the lake on the right, and hills and turns before. Perfect. The more we walked, the fresher the air, the greater and newer the views, the more the ruddy blend of earthy tropics mixed with the unique system of lakes around us on three sides. Smells of earth and various plants and trees embraced our senses. Sounds of birds and fish pervaded the air mixed with our healthy breath sounds as we traverse the uneven terrain. Each rise brought a new aspect, a beautiful perspective on the magnificence of tree dwelling habitats. Just ahead a rise that rivaled many of the rolling hills I grew up with in Michigan, giving new energy to the legs that climbed us forward. The experience came with a refreshing sweat that trickled down around our faces but a radiant glow that only God’s great nature provides. When your senses have been touched by God’s creation, you feel greater life and connection with Him, with everyone else. It is a beautiful hike. A great teacher of what living should consist of.